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When I cross the Great Divide an' my outfit will no more Know me around its wagons or its fires; I would jes' like to say 'fore I ups an' drifts away, There's simply jes' one thing my heart desires: Put me where the sun comes up to ride the western range, An' all the land with gladness fine adornin', So my ghost can sort o' come an' sense that sweet perfume, The smell of the sage brush in the mornin*. |
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